My Old Kentucky Home (Turpentine And Dandelion Wine) - Three Dog Night

Turpentine, dandelion wine

Turnin' the corner and I’m doin' fine

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line

Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine

I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head

Gonna hi-di-ha 'til I’m dead

Sister Sue, short and stout

She didn’t grow up she grew out

Mama thinks she’s pretty and she’s being kind

Papa thinks she’s lovely and he’s half blind

Don’t let her out much except at night

I don’t care 'cause I’m all right

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks lay on the floor

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them bad times away from my door

Brother Gene, he’s big and mean,

But don’t have much to say

He had a little woman that he’d whup each day

But now she’s gone away

He got drunk last night, kickin' Mama down the stairs

I’m all right and I don’t care

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks lay on the floor

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them bad times away from my door